Jack

I saw him on the highway Thought he was insane Standing with his thumb out In the pouring rain I don't usually stop for hitchhikers But something said I should Besides, it was raining awful hard And the wind was blowing good. I said, "Hop in, it's cold out there. Where you headed on this stormy night?" He said, "Down the road, I really don't care Just somewhere else will be all right. I ain't got no license, so I'm travelling kind of slow They just left me out of prison a few nights ago." I might not have stopped had I known Now we were on this dark road all alone. I didn't know if I was in any danger But as I drove, I listened to this stranger He spoke of life and of acceptance He spoke of sin and of repentance A story of gratitude and saving grace And I saw a smile come on his face. He asked if I'd take him a little farther down And drop him off in another town I was already late but I said okay And I listened to his stories along the way. When he was getting out he said, "Thanks for the hand. God will bless you. Soon, you'll understand." There was a new feeling inside me that I found And I began to turn my life around. I stopped at the prison to find out about Jack And tell him how I got my life on track. The warden listened and he shook his head Saying, "I have a hard time believing what you said. It couldn't be Jack, I'm telling you so. You see, Jack died this day, eighteen years ago." Angels come in strange forms sometimes.